I had miles to go before I sleep
Endless bindings to break and keep;
Know a knight stops at nothing, but
Prairies and lakes for my horse to feed.

Through blizzards high and deserts dry
Rain that echoed of homesick cry,
I rode through them all
Yet, at the riverside I put up a stall.

On the edge of the river eternal,
You stood, evidence of the supernal,
Like a piece of star brighter than the sky
And in that beam all I did was cry.